see yourself through my eyes
See what I see
feel my heart
Without suspicion
free to know yourself
Free to follow
healing
Accept all of you
Always
There is no other way
to love
Author: Pelgris
Space between fingers
power and grace
Complexity
focused on desire
move at my command
expecting mock anger
instead
smile and comply
teasing each other
with what we desire
me to control and her to comply
a hands breadth away
and a lifetime
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Editing
I do all of my edits while I’m writing. Then I read through after I have put it up and maybe correct some spelling or grammar. Rarely do I change word choice. If I am putting it on Amazon, then I do one more edit for spacing and such along with another read through. But I don’t end up changing much. For those who have read my stories are they horrible for want of editing? Feedback is appreciated.
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Looking for a future
kiss the palm of your hand
To hold it to my beating heart
Trail kisses until our lips meet
Eyes holding
Shivering with choices we’ve yet to make
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Just some things to think about
There isn’t a thing in this world I would not do for the people I love. I know all too well how easy it is to lose them. The world is not forgiving. It takes and takes and you are considered fortunate to be the last person in your age group to be left standing. A dubious honor to be sure.
The older I get the more prized those that I love become, not because I love less people but because I find my love grows. It builds on itself. It spills out and touches more people than I ever imagined I could love. More people who I feel a kinship to. More people who I respect.
For all of that, someone who sees me as vital to their life eludes me. I find something to love in so many but I still feel alone. I think that is what galls me. I can’t be unique. There has to be someone searching as hard for me as I do for them, right?
Maybe that is the hardest lesson. No matter how much we want, how much we need, how much we strive, there is always going to be something we cannot achieve, cannot find, cannot help.
This doesn’t mean that we don’t endeavor. It just means that we need to accept that there is a chance that we will fail. And that’s OK too
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Layers
Each strata leads deeper
Each mystery a step
Down the rabbit hole
Until we stand
Secrets laid bare
I
And You
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Hopes fruition…
Slip awake to distant dream
From feel of warmth and skin to skin
To this cold remembering
This desperate touch of dream
Of eyes held
Of hands clasped fingertips
Of silence pressed out
Thin on the edge of shattering
The heat of our bodies
Mismatched
But minds touching
Quantum entanglement
The spark originates
Then traverses this bridge
Bound eternal in our spinning
The sound of breathing
The rise and fall
You sleep on.
And seeing
Feeling you
Know stability amongst chaos
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Wicked grins and knowing glances
Claimed and laid claim
But all just a game
Built empty this hollow
I can’t myself, follow
Led by desire
For some I don’t tire
Romance not wanted
I tried and I hunted
But deception works deeper
My delusion, my deceiver
Indulging in pleasure
It’s what passes for treasure
From a palate grown mired
In broken desires
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You
In mid afternoon I retreat
In a quiet house
I soaked in the sun
Heat sinking deeply
I hold my hands flung out
Eyes closed
And for a moment
You are there with me
Time hanging
Still
Silent
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Being single is bullshit
If I am romantically interested in you, then you probably, bout 90% of the time, fall into one of these 3 categories.
1. Married.
I don’t know what vibe married men and women are putting out that I seem to latch on too but really? What the fuck? I always check for the ring. Men, wear the damn ring. Married to a man, married to a woman, whatever just wear the damn ring. Stop me from doing something embarrassing. Help me out. Women, same bloody thing! The reasons are generally different for not wearing it. But I don’t want to flirt for an hour then ask you out after buying you drinks and your response is to slip the ring on. That’s not cool.
2. Not interested in cismale.
Maybe when at a bar known as a gay bar, populated by gay men, don’t be the guy that came with his girlfriend because you are a jealous asshole and didn’t want her to be hit on but still wanted a vodka cranberry.
Am I referring to a specific incident? Maybe.
Outside of that, just say not interested. Please, by the gods just say not interested. It is the least embarrassing. And straight dudes, don’t try to swing at me. It doesn’t happen often, but it doesn’t end well for you. So just don’t.
3. In a relationship.
Again just turn me down. Thanks but not interested. The quick easy let down.
There is a 4th category. The ones who are single, begin dating me then for whatever reason they go back to their ex. Ex boyfriend, ex girlfriend, ex husband, ex wife. I wouldn’t mention it but it’s become a trend.
Of those that tell me why, it seems to come down to, “I talk about love alot and that makes them think about love and the last time they felt that way and they start talking with the ex and the history comes rushing back.” That’s damn near a direct quote. From more than one person.
Pelgris 